Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
X-101,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.